The Orphanage. {Reader x Law}

Jack Of All Injuries.

This is so fucking humiliating, I could just die.

"They're both fine, just don't let them tilt their heads back until the bleeding stops." Law advises as he gently pushes some rolled up toilet paper up your nostrils to soak up the blood, the rest of the boys all gathered around you and Ace, watching on curiously.

The med student had decided to deal with Ace's injuries first since yours will take a little longer on account of your dressing needing to be changed and such.

"Pwahahahah~! I'll wipe the floor with you losers, she said~!" Your new freckled friend teases with a smirk etched into his features and a pout now dominating your face. You cannot even argue with him, you did say those exact words...and you got floored within seconds.

Ace, you're officially my least favorite person here.

"I-If it's any consolation, [F/n]... You look really pretty for someone who just got hit in the face by a ball..." Baby 5 sheepishly compliments, although she immediately regrets it when you give her a look that could surely kill a man. Not on purpose though, you psychically cannot smile due to your face still feeling extremely numb. "S-Scary!" The purplette whimpers as she slips behind Sabo, the blonde subtly nodding his head in agreement.

Why is this my life right now?

Law pausing before cutting away the last part of your blood-stained bandaging, his grey eyes flickering up to the crowd gathered around you. "If any of you are squeamish, look away now." He instructs as he trims the last of the cotton away, the bandage essentially falling from your arm and you don't miss how everybody inches closer for a better look at this moment either, even Baby 5.

They're a bunch of sadists. 

A very bloody sight greeting their eyes, some of the flesh looks wet and gross but apparently, it's normal for a wound to weep a little whilst it's healing. Law giving it a quick clean with an anti-bacterial wipe before he prepares the new bandages.

"SO COOOOOL~!" Luffy blurts out, the rest of the boys just gawping curiously, a huff leaving your lips in complete annoyance. Honestly, these guys are sportsmen and they're really going to pretend that they've never seen anything like this before. 

Yes, must be very cool for the boy who didn't get impaled.

Law quickly begins to dress it once again and at least this time it doesn't hurt half as much, probably because it hasn't been mauled by tweezers prior. Everyone else's attention drifting from you as the cut is covered by the cotton pad. 

"Ace, when your nose stops bleeding, we can play soccer~!" Luffy chimes excitedly, earning a nod from the older sibling. Typical sportsman, jumping straight back into the thick of it after getting himself hurt. "You can play too, [F/n]~!"

Hell no.

"Uh...I think I'll pass." A sudden bell-like noise emerging and you're instantly aware that it'll be your phone, your free hand carefully pulling the device from your pocket, trying to keep as still as you can whilst Law works on your injury. 

It's only a text message though, this one from Kid. You still have yet to reply to your father, he has even sent you a second one since. He probably thinks that you're ignoring him because you're still pissed at him for sending you to this place or something.

Fine, I'll be sociable. 

Eustass Kid: 

Hey, you didn't get caught by the feds, did you? Nobody has heard from ya today.

A grumble escaping your lips at the question, they were all so drunk yesterday that they probably didn't even notice you got injured. The cops turned out to be the least of your problems. You send him a quick message back to let him know that you're all good and then you move onto the next.

Dad(1): 

I hear you're already causing trouble and I've got to pay to repair the damages that you've done. I'm not impressed. 

Dad(2):

I hear that you're making good progress now, cleaning up when asked to and making friends with a girl who has nobody? This is unexpected but I want you to know that I'm proud of you. Red-hair also says that you're 'awesome'. 

You just can't help but grin at the message, he's completely wrong on all accounts but Shanks isn't. "You're damn right I'm awesome." You quietly murmur to yourself, a snort sounding from Law as he packs his medical equipment away.

Excuse you.

"All done" The tan male rasps before he rises to his feet, pulling his bag over his shoulder, about to walk away until you stop him. And by stop, I mean you merely just flung the dirty, old dressing at him and amazingly hit him in the head with it. 

Oh yes, sick skills.

Baby 5's eyes just about blasting out of her skull as she glances at you in complete and utter shock, and maybe even a little fear. "Don't litter, doctor." You smugly hum with a smirk on your face, waiting for him to react but he doesn't seem like he's going to.

He just glances at you over his shoulder, his smirk very slowly creeping back to his face and the shade of his hat covering his eyes unfortunately. "Don't catch volleyballs with your face, [F/n]-ya." 

ACK!

The response immediately shuts your ass down, apparently this guy is a lot sassier than he looks. Baby 5 slowly dropping her face into her palm, clearly used to this guy and knowing full well that he'll have a killer comeback. 

Babe...WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME?!

Luckily for you, Ace and the other boys are so busy going hyper over the game of soccer they're planning to play that they didn't hear you getting slammed just now. Law calmly taking his leave with his dignity still very much intact, which is more than what could be said for you.

That fucking smartass.

"So, uh...Law has a sharp tongue." Baby 5 nervously informs as she plucks the tissue out of your nose, seems the bleeding has stopped now. Perhaps all that embarrassment has caused your blood to stop flowing. 

Your brows furrowing when you suddenly realize just what she had said, your orbs sending daggers her way and your brain immediately screaming at you to activate your sarcasm mode. But...you can't do that to her, she's too precious.

"Thank you for warning me, Babe."

My pride is so bruised right now...